Ibai observed Reever carefully. He’d had a suspicion that the guy would be able to find the other Invisibility users for him. Presumably, they needed some means of maintaining communication, even during their deep cover operations.
But all Reever did was place his hand in front of his own eyes like a blindfold and then look around. “There. Over two rooms. You’ll want to appear next to the hearth so as to avoid bumping into anyone.”
“Alright,” said Ibai, preparing to jump again. “My favorite color is obviously brown by the way.”
Emiliana couldn’t stop staring. The rifts in her vision were beginning to drive her mad. The stationary ones were no longer bothering her, though--or at least, not as much. Inconvenient as it might have been, she felt like she could get accustomed to having her vision uniformly obscured. But the rifts that moved. Those were another story.
Why were they moving? Were they the result of something that was moving inside of her eyes now? Not the most comforting question, she felt.
So she stared at them, determined to discern some kind of useful information for herself.
And gradually, she did.
They weren’t the product of something living inside of her eyes, she decided, because if that were the case, then the rifts should have moved all over the place, up the walls and onto the ceiling and even across her family member’s faces.
But they didn’t.
They were a bit disorienting to look at, almost to the point of forcing her to turn away, but they didn’t actually move that much. They stayed on the ground, hovered around the door, and generally kept their distance from everyone. Their movements were bound by the room, she realized, not her eyesight.
Which confused her even more. If they weren’t caused by something inside her eyes, then what were they?